The beginning: a bud, curled and tight inside a shell.
Anchored to strength, the wisdom of a Mother, and arms of a Father.
A touch of warmth on my shoulder bids me spread open my arms
Stretch towards the sun, breathe in deeply of the cool breezes of spring.
A flower, delicate to Frost, vulnerable.
The Endurance: the fire above drys me, feeds me, hardens my skin to the harshness of weather:
Wind, rain and darkness.
I'm darkened in the brightness, a deep green, a sign of life, one hidden among many
Reaching, stretching, fighting for the sun.
I grow and flourish in the cool breezes of summer,
I wither in the heat.
The Adolescence: my tastes change. Red, orange, purple, the new green.
Dancing is not enough, I long to be free, to fly with the wind
Discover new places, to make ripples in the glass.
I feel my ties to my mother slipping.
The time is coming.
The Rest: I've seen the tree tops, I've explored open garages, swept out again to explore more
I saw beautiful colors in the fields and forests, touched cold rivers.
I decorate the world, the paths, and people's windows wrapped in wax.
I found a new home where I feel the sun's warmth in the cold of winter.
A reflection of my color on the wall.
Good job...
ReplyDeleteOn the stanza where the sun dried your skin.... how about...the sun dried out you petals or scorched your petals.
Can you explain to your dad what you mean exactly.... i want to understand it from your perspective...
I like it.
The first way I wrote that stanza was more delicately said. I am merely describing the process of a leaf uncurling from its hard shell when it first blooms in spring. The meaning I was trying to express is the sun being the world/guardian where it is preparing me for the bumps in life where I need some emotional, spiritual or physical hardiness. The process of aging, maturing. It isn't a negative process.
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